Attu Base
North Pacific
30 Minutes Later
Inside the CIA plane Mac waited in the cockpit staring at his watch. "Agent Wan Li - we have been through the safety checks twice now. We will be leaving without Indiana and Emily Jones."
"Have you forgotten Mrs. Indy?" Shorty asked. "And your son?"
"Agent Wan Li - I will remind you that you are in enough trouble marrying a foreign intelligence agent -"
"They're here!" Lizavet shouted.
"Start the engine for take off," Mac ordered.
"What about your son?"
"He escaped from Communist China and Communist Berlin - I'm certain he can escape from doddering Dr. Henry Jones Senior, and a lady assassin!"
Lizavet's eyes lit in challenge. "Would you like to bet my amnesty on this?"
Mac paused. "That my son escapes? Yes. I'll take that bet."
"I predict he will fail. And you will have to respect my amnesty." Lizavet smiled. "We shake hands?"
Mac held out his hand. "Agreed. Your amnesty is safe if my son doesn't escape."
The jeep crested the hill flinging mud, Indiana Jones grinning behind the wheel. He and Emily were covered in mud, both grinning. Indy hit the brakes, sliding in the mud in the at the top of the hill.
Shorty's plane was already on the runway, preparing to taxi off the island and into the sky.
"They've leaving!" Emily blurted.
"Tell 'em to lower the back," Indy grinned, glancing at the radio, gunning the engine. "I ain't missing this trip home."
Em picked up the radio knowing exactly what her father had in mind. "Shorty? Lower the back. Over."
From inside the plane's cockpit Shorty responded to Emily. "Roger."
Mac stared at Shorty. "While we're moving?"
"Yeah. We did this in Israel. It'll be fun."
Lizavet laughed from the back.
"Famous last words," Mac muttered, starting to get up.
"No. Those are, 'Shorty! Bear! Run slower than me.'" Shorty winked at Lizavet.
"Eyes on the sky, Agent Wan Li," Mac warned. "I'm still not sure this marriage isn't a national security threat."
"From what I have heard about Mrs. Indy there will be a shotgun involved if you dare even threaten to deport me," Lizavet announced.
The radio squawked. "Reporting for loading!" Emily yelled.
Mac looked toward the back of the plane, spotting Indy driving furiously down the runway, grinning. "Are they seriously...? They know this runway is shorter... especially for a plane this size...?"
Shorty glanced. "Yeah. They're gonna. Lower the back."
Lizavet scrambled to the back and lowered the lever to the cargo bay as the plane moved along the runway.
The cargo bay door rattled along the runway. The jeep was closing the gap.
Indy grinned at Emily. "Duck, hon," he put his arm around the back of her seat.
"Backwards?" Emily asked grinning.
"Sure. Just like I taught you. Give me a hand?"
One hand the steering wheel, one hand bracing his arm, allowing his body to see more of what was behind them, Indy grinned into the cargo bay of the plane.
Mac stared out at them, annoyed and mortified.
"Em?" Indy nodded, pushing in the clutch with his foot.
Emily grinned, grabbed the gearshift, pulling it into reverse.
Indy eased off the clutch and hammered down the gas pedal.
The jeep shot backwards tailgate first into the moving plane.
Lizavet shut the cargo bay door as the island of Attu disappeared behind them.
Shorty leveled out the plane, grinning.
Indy swung out the side of the jeep covered in a layer of mud, Emily equally dirt encrusted swung out on the other side of the jeep.
"You're late, Jones!" Mac yelled. "I'm demoting you! Again!"
Emily grinned. "Do I get to say it!?!?! Do I? Do I?"
Indy glanced at his little rival. "What is it, Em?"
"Hang on to your potatoes, Mac! You know our chaos! Shorty can fly - but he can't land!"
Indy frowned at his daughter. "I was hoping you'd say, 'I'm making' this up as I go."
Emily grinned at her father. "Not today, Sarge. Not today."
Indy gave a soft smile, seeing Marion through all Emily's layers of mud. "Hon - I'm a captain."
"Mac demoted you. Three times." She blinked sweetly. "You're a sergeant. Don't worry, Dad... Mom will fix it."
"Probably with her shotgun," Indy mused. "If Mac wasn't in trouble before - he'll be in for it now."
Mac sighed. "No wonder none of the other top men wanted to work with your family."
Emily grinned, striding into the front of the plane. "Shorty - ETA Wyoming?"
"Ten hours!" He replied, banking the plane.
Indy checked the direction of the shadows. "Yep. That's home. Maybe in time for dinner. Just like I told Seal Child a long time ago..."
Emily sat down next to Lizavet.
Lizavet leaned over to her. "Who is Mac's son? I bet my amnesty that he would not escape."
"You'll be fine, Lizavet," Emily smiled. "Grandpa Henry had double O status with her majesty's secret service."
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